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These lines seem to convey the helplessness of feelings that never found an outlet. The words slip between truth and lies, stubborn silence and sudden flashes of confession. Inside, there is exile, as if the heart has been banished to a cold exile with no right to return.

Here, love is like a garden: roses once bloomed, but now only thorns remain, and they hurt with every movement. And even if you want to turn back time, the road to the past is already overgrown with thorns.

It turns out to be strange mathematics: one is offended, the other is dependent, both are unhappy, but still continue to cling to the scraps. And because of this, the song sounds especially familiar - as if everyone has stood at least once on that very threshold, where memories still warm, but hands are already freezing from the emptiness.